Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
X-102,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
This Heat,
Faust,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
Lalann,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.